We were also expecting his legal team to reach out soon given the story had gone semi-viral. Once it hit one of the larger media channels, then they would for sure.
Susan’s story was so common these days that I wasn’t shocked by it, which is sad in and of itself. What was keeping me going was the email I’d opened late last week from one of our listeners. He’d been forced to give Taylor head after being driven home by him one night after filming.
The man, who wanted to remain anonymous, had been a supporting actor. It was a small part, he said, one that could be paramount in launching his career further. One that Leo said he’d make sure never happened if, and he quoted,he didn’t get his mouth on his dick right now.
After reading the email, I’d felt revolted.
It’s hard to explain how I can tell the difference between someone wanting a few minutes of fame and someone who has had a terrible experience, but I can. Some are obvious, some you canfeel.This one felt genuine, despite not knowing the identity of [email protected].
I wrote back, asking if he’d ever made a complaint. Because if he, Susan, and the two other people I suspected were telling the truth all reported Taylor, we were now looking at a powerful and influential man who had spent years abusing that power.
The authorities would have to take this seriously.
Travis was right about one thing last night. I did work forThe New York Timesin my twenties, where I reported crimes in Manhattan. I’d seen a lot of terrible things. I left the NYT because, while I am a truth seeker, the dark side of society isn’t for me.
The McKenna Filesfocuses on misjustice and other community issues, helping those that don’t have a voice and bringing awareness to things that the mainstream media won’t.
“Many of you followed me here fromThe Times, and I suspect that’s why we were contacted about this story in the first place. Well, guys, we are going to keep talking about this, but first we need to make sure we have our facts straight.”
Or I’ll be sued.
And could destroy a man’s life.
I still have a few contacts in the NYPD, so I plan to reach out tomorrow to ask some questions. After my date tonight.
We host the show twice a week, so we have ample time to do research in between.
“Right now, let’s jump to our sponsor...”
When the show finishes, I freshen up, say goodbye to the team as they head out the door, then check my phone. A smile hits my lips when I see Travis’s name.
I feel like a silly schoolgirl.
God, he’d turn that thought into something naughty if he heard it. That man can turn anything dirty. Not surprised given his club.
I wonder how often he visits and if he participates in the activities. I snort, of course he does. It’s why he has so much confidence and...talent.
My eyes glance across the room, not focusing on anything but feeling uncomfortable about that.
Why does that bother me?
After all, I’m clear with myself that I don’t want to date anyone, and so meeting a man who is pure sex and not a loser, then that’s a good thing, right? So, what’s tonight?
I swipe the message.
My driver will pick you up at six. Dress warm.
His driver?
Where the hell is Travis going to be?
If he takes me to the Alliance Club, I am jumping right out and into an Uber. There is no way I’m going to let him fuck me in front of other people.
Not my scene.
Yet, I’m suddenly hot and moist between my legs.
I need more information. I’m not getting into a car with a stranger.
